If you just looked at my photographs of Florida, you’d think we had a lovely time. And you’d be right in many ways. Sandy beaches, Italian dinners, collecting shells, family time; what is better than that?
But, I didn’t tell you about Friday when my mother had an acute attack of some sort in her abdomen, nor Saturday which we spent in the ER of Naples Community Hospital, nor getting on the plane to come home on Sunday. It was the worst flight I’ve taken, trying not to be overcome with the feeling that I was doing exactly the wrong thing by leaving them there. Alone.
Yet, are we really alone? What is my faith worth if I don’t recognize His presence? Not too much. I had my Nook. I had lots of quiet time on the plane. So I read the Psalms, that wonderful collection of poetry which is the Balm of Gilead to my soul. Especially Psalm 31:24.